For the King.

Mees felt as if his tongue was violently ripped from his throat for one second for he wanted to speak to the King but nothing -- not even a sigh -- passed from his leathery lips. Inwardly he felt like a fool because he failed to make a good impression. However, his foolishness was surprisingly answered by an understanding kindness. When Majesty said that he was bad at something, a frown of disbelief appeared momentarily on Mees' face. How could a King be bad at something? Then he realized that even superheroes had weak spots.

"I could teach you; but we'll have to work together." Mees said while puffing his chest forward with a small ounce of pride; happy that he could teach the King something in return. "But I'm a squire and you're a knight, can you teach me how to be a knight?" Mees needed to search for his confidence and what Majesty could offer was a role model. He did not have a father or a mother -- at least they were eaten by the 'black hole', he was too old to be adopted. But for role models, no; no one was ever too old or too young to have a role model.